name (theorist) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-08-04 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: eddie wolfe, character: henry march, narration: log/thread, player: holly, player: patty |
WHO: Eddie Wolfe & Henry March. Mentions of NPC's Indy and Dory Wolfe.
WHEN: Saturday, August 4th.
WHERE: Silver Spoon.
SUMMARY: Henry helps a very tired Eddie with an app as the girls eat ice cream.
WARNINGS: Nope.
A small, giddy scream came from a corner of the ice cream parlour. It was Dory and it wasn’t an upset scream, Eddie turned to look anyway. Apparently one of her friends had an exciting t-shirt, or that was how it seemed from a small distance anyway. He returned his attention to the iPhone in front of him, and the app that he was trying to work out so that the girls could use it later. Apparently it was the most popular thing right now, but unfortunately Eddie was either too old or too tired to figure out the mechanics right this second. He sighed. He was just going to get a pint of ice cream to store at his place for Elvera. There were a few flavors he was debating between. Deep in the recess of his mind was a memory of at one point Cora wanting ice cream when pregnant. They’d probably want different flavors though. Dory’s scream was recognizable, which meant with an easy turn of his head there was Eddie. Playing with a phone. “Are you looking for the buttons, old man?” Henry chuckled as he walked up. “Old man?” Eddie repeated with a scoff. “Old man?” But on second thought, this app did make him feel old. “I’m trying to figure out this app they wanted …” He trailed off, taking Henry in for the first time. “What are you doing?” “It's giving you trouble?” Henry smirked easily as he watched his friend. “And buying ice cream.” “Only because I’m tired.” Eddie insisted before putting the phone down with a sigh. It was true. He was tired. “What flavor is it today?” “When’s the last time you went on vacation?” Henry knew it hadn't been this year at all. And a divorce was never great for finances. “Haven't decided yet.” Ice cream flavors were all but forgotten as Eddie attempted to figure out the answer to Henry’s question. When was the last time he’d been on vacation? There had been beach days or weekends but he didn’t suppose those really counted. Eventually he shrugged. “A couple of years ago probably.” “No wonder you're tired.” Henry rolled his eyes though he couldn't say he was surprised. Eddie didn't seem to all together know how to take a break. He held out his hand for the phone. Eddie raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment as he handed the phone off. Looking over, seemed Eddie had it installed at least. A few more presses had accounts linked, parental controls added. Henry handed it back. “Maybe I should pay you to go on vacation.” “Hah,” Eddie responded dryly as he glanced at the screen. It was funny how the simplest of things could become complicated with the right circumstances. He heard laughter from the corner and turned to check on the girls again. “I’m not going anywhere until this murder investigation wraps,” he replied as he looked back at Henry. There was a tight smile in response to that. “Well. There's a chance that might actually happen.” “I sure hope so,” Eddie replied, nothing the tight smile, “Otherwise I may be stuck here for a very, very long time.” “Well their track record isn't great.” Henry commented breezily without his usual vitrol for the DSD given Eddie's sister. “But hey, you're on it this time so who knows.” “Who knows,” Eddie repeated with his best lopsided grin. “I’ll take that vote of semi-confidence to heart.” “Semi confidence? Woah there.” Henry held a hand up with his own smirk. “Don't get ahead of yourself.” “Should we call it a sliver?” Eddie joked. “Maybe, if you're feeling hopeful.” Henry chuckled. “Maybe, I am,” Eddie countered. “Just a pinch.” “Well far be it from me to stop you.” The smirk stayed. “So, should I get the girls ice cream too?” “Only if you feel like buying their love.” “Isn't that the only way they love me nowadays?” “It’s a phase,” Eddie assured Henry as he stood up to join his friend at the ice cream counter. |